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I should be working on my clendar (doing good progress, thank you very much) since I'm hopped on on coffee and I'm in my "ULTRA LEARNING MODE" I read the articles provided by my professors for class tomorrow and I want to read more.

But I'm tired of working on my calendar. I'm hopped up on energy and the desire to learn but not on making my damn montage and calendar. I spell doom. *DEAD*

Because believe it or not, working on PS CS all day gets pretty tiring especially if you have your Madonna CD on loop and you have no one to talk to. A ghost walking past you, observing. It's quite unnerving.

I'm also in major LJ/Journal mode. I updated my main journal twice with lines I thought were apt and witty, updated shorterm (this one) and even updated my friendster blog. I'm that bored and uninspired.

Well, my insipiration went to writing about my concious stream of thought. UNNERVING. I need to get to bed, I have 3 hours to sleep. Sigh sigh. DAMN CALENDAR.

Calendar design for a major mall. Stress stress stress. Well not much, I'm just pressured to do well because there's a 50% chance said mall will actually use it. *SIGH of all sighs* So far I have no "original" idea as to how to layout the damn desk calendar and what shit I'll frou it up with.

Happy families dining? A happy couple holding hands, walking into a movie theater? Dad with child on shoulders while the rest of the family point and laugh laden with colorful shopping bags. OVERUSED but the designs I propose are too stylized and "young". Whatever, I'm taking a shot.

Boy Bawang project was moved to tuesday which makes me cry boy bawang out my eye sockets. We're suuposed to market/make an ad for boy bawang that will appeal to the class A people. So what? Stylish photography? A model (preferably with a gorgeous tan) with smokey eyes wearing what looks like a Gucci/Roberto Cavalli dress, looking at the camera from a 3/4 angle holding a piece of Boy Bawang to her mouth? Hahaha, it works with perfume or make-up but not with snackfoods.

FYI: Boy Bawang is a local snackfood made out of toasted corl kernels that is heavy on garlic flavor. It's cheap and marketed to the masa (masses) of the class C and D. It has no nutritional value at all and will give you a severe headache after eating 3 tiny packs of it due to it's heavy MSG content/"garlic-y goodness".

The first week of school's been busy. Walktours for rowdy first years (who actually gave a shit about the university buildings), running around and a tad bit of weping because I missed my first photography class. Boo hoo. Boo fucking hoo.

My professors are swell. No one posts a threat. I only have a 1 day weekend. God save my soul.

I'm thinking of making more entries here because this username is such a waste! Hmmm what to update it with?

Hmmmn.

I'm not updating my [main journal] much since nothing is happening. Maybe because I filter myself there? So if I use a double filter my espresso-of-a-life will just be as weak as chrysanthemum tea. PSH. There is something I want to talk about which kind of bothers me. I own a lot of journals (donthavesex__ & abcd_wasabi) and I don't really know where to put this problem. It's kind of dumb to put it here since I'm not very comfortable sharing this to the whole intarwebz (at least the cool public who views this) since it concerns matters involving my mother.

I love love love listening to old anime music. Even though I dislike Fushigi Yuugi (sappy romance with unecessary ripping of clothes), the opening theme makes me giddy everytime I hear it. Speaking of old schoool...

Team Rocket & Tamagochi!

Pokemon and virtual pets: they make me smile. My Tamagochi is a squid. Ohyay~ If anyone wants a Tamagochi, I'll try and get you one. 8D They're hella cheap now (50-60 bucks?) because they're not "in". Whatever. Tamagochi pwns 3G phones ANY DAY (unless the phone's got a virtual pet *_*)

The weather makes me lazy. I hate this. I wish my Graphics work would just go away. I wish I had the time (and talent) to make icons. I wish I could make clothes this summer. I wish I would stop wishing already and get back to work.

Ok~ So silly little me missed the bus for our Tarlac NTSP/LTS shiz. So most probably I'm getting an INC for a grade which isn't bad, but it isn't good either. Hah. Petter's right, I should fix it before school ends. INC grades are a pain in my non-existent ass. Whatever.

So during my slightly-guilt-trippy Saturday, I decided to create this journal for my curious real-life friends. I'm trying to get a bitch-lock so that all the dirt and the nasty comments remain inside my FO journal. Don't worry, I don't bitch-talk people in my journal unless I told hat person personally that I bitch about him/her. So if you think I don't like you chances are I actually do like you, unless I tell you.

OKNOSENSEWHATSOEVERTNX.

So I post my ugly-face away from friendster. This is me and my cousin Iris. My pseudo-twin because we look identical when we were kiddies.

WORK WORK WORK. Oh well, what's new?

Edit:On a totally unrelated note, I want my Publeek Fans to meet one of my bestest friends: KANG. Yes, she is the Kang.

This is Creole's free show, aka her PUBLIC JOURNAL. But just because it's public doesn't mean the strings of curses and fits of anger will be gone. OH NO. It just means that this here journal will be *filtered* a wee bit and will be free of *too much* cursing and *too much* rage.

Be warned: I SUCK AT ENGLISH. I write my typos exceptionally well. So please, just get the essence of my damn entry and comment. Don't tell me to eat a grammar book because I'LL PROBABLY WILL BUT NOT FOR YOUR REASONS. Yay!